Differences

Passion a firework explosion

So quickly to black it burns out

Falling ashes left in its corrosion

Leaves new sky to scout

We don't make love, we feel it

It's not hot but comfortable and warm

From a spark like a fire first lit

It grows slowly on the horizon like a storm

Love and passion may go hand in hand

Either can open the door

Neither we understand

One itching skin, the other living core

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous imagery. Powerful work.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Thomas for your read and kind words

[Beren]

wow I have never seen anyone describe love and passion together in such a beautiful and original way before. this is really beautiful.
"We don't make love, we feel it" such a sweet line!

[Soren]

Thank you so very much for your most kind review of this piece it is as always deeply appreciated